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Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Tears of a Clown

When you see me smiling can you tell that I’m actually cryingThose jokes you see me telling are me crying out in painBut that’s not the image people envision when my face comes across their brainI’ve surrounded myself with a million people but I still feel so aloneCan’t they see the pain I’m in almost every single dayOr do they even care?It seems not one of them know the true me or even careSo I’ll continue to give the world what they perceive to be my smileBut in actuality is just the Tears of a Clown